My Halloween As A 9 Year Old Was More Embarrassing Than Fun.
I was 9 and it was not long after my sister first introduced me to dressing up. My mother, a growing supporter of my budding feminine relationship with my sister, told us she just bought us matching devil costumes. I suppose they were very cute but I was not expecting our recent "girlish" games to be flaunted through the neighborhood. We wore red satin ears (almost like a playboy bunny) with a red sequined mask over the eyes. We also wore a red see thru mesh blouse with sequins and a red sparkly skirt that flared out much too easily with any passing breeze. We also each wore a pair of my sister's shoes with mini heels. My mom used bright red lipstick and bright blue matching eye shadow. Needless to say, my resistance went largely ignored and my cheeks pretty much stayed bright red through the night. I was never recognized but we were frequently asked if we were sisters. It may have been my imagination, but i seemed to get a lot of candy that year.